Luyện nghe bài hát 8 Steps to Perfection

Rugged like Rwanda, wind up far or get chopped up
Quick to rush the spot like baby get mopped up
Tags that spray hall with rap aerosol
Organized lectures in can control

Or level with the devil racing uptown first to Apache
I'm too much for any demon style to master me
From the thought's bridge to the hell's gate, lyrically detonating
Sparking M-80's and bottle rockets it's a nigga

Downtown graffiti a heroin debaser
Open up your eyes and clean out nature
Wide like the grand canyon
Emcees couldn't if they was lynched by the Grand Dragon

Searching for my style like
Coming on work release shoplifting at the rap store
But me ain't easy
I'm crooked Nathan Wind starring as Cochise

With a big bat you get robbed like DeNiro
A sandwich still ain't nothing but a
Just a small sample of the
When the rhyme crazy hot and lyrics don't know how to act

Whether joints or wax
I go all out and attack crabs and herbs that's crazy
We all be pimps, and we all can't rap
You got to get your dollars on it's on like that

what I want you to do
Niggas with the Axe and burgundy Forerunner
Inhuman like Blade
When I'm rhyming all just listen to the drummer

blister feedback freak the impeders
Funk flow we expose in sequence
Napalm gets dropped range like fiber optics
the rhyme activity your skills is microscopic

Peace to my crew and my nigga
Who's here to it causing all these crabs to flee

it and I inflict it quattro nine fifty lungs misty
Color me Maxmillian I'm that crazy robot
on the edge of outer space
Spitting buckshots black holes surround me, you found me

As far as I'm concerned, I've got ashes in an urn
Big up, the temperamental hold barred kid
What's your Tracks is type dusty
Drinking out the well of life and I'ma piss it back rusty

Flesh and phonics, god damned right
I'm on 'em aorta pacemakers hooked up to clappers
Clap off, welcome to my free form jubilee, at me
The witness to the you wanna be

DBA lyrical P known as a and I'm a sycophant
on fats passed and dipped
In and out of my invisible
rep tyrannical

Wrecks like techs bust
Rusty weasel painting beats on an easel
a head up
What bitch you're boxing

Look out my way you pull your out to battle
Breaking your helix, and now the shit is single
Not mono, I burn the out your vinyl
the third gunner on the grassy knoll

Stroll, the seventh seal of heaven in my pocket
You're faggot like sprockets, the Houston Rockets
I'm so sick of recycled
Bet but I'd fuck Laura Ingalls only she's done with her chores

Got rappers tip on a Highway to Heaven
Got like Bruce Banner when he's stressed
I'm sick of your beats and your crowd-involved hooks
'Cause I'm a thinker, evil letting off stinkers

8 steps to
The sum of part forms an octagon
Let styles get sparked

8 steps to
The sum of each part an octagon
Where styles get sparked

The holy terror, last moves you never win
taps on a violin
You can comprehend the rhyme origin
I rate one a Chinese, Jamaican like a chin

Hot rocking corduroy, Bally's that's so
Niggas and assed out my tracks and left 'em shitted
the movement, lubricate the smooth shit
Just to letcha know, do I use it

Strictly the blueprint for the music in my cipher
Shorty the sniper Jeep Cherokee
When I aim handling wall to wall emcees
Mr. Madman attract lyrics magnets

fuck up speaking cavernous when I'm stabbing it
Like the Juice, go Bronco busting loose
That's my word, you couldn't shoot or try to the math
To kick any type sport like the

I manhandle, emcees get murdered like
Or trapped in the bedroom with the 'Texas Massacre'
One two three, Taking of Pelham'
Eastwick underground New York be the

I keep telling 'em the state of the be the mentals
If you up in the ghetto you murder in a temple